Xu Keke woke up naturally this time, but when she opened her eyes, she was stunned by what she saw: a woman was hanging straight from the wooden beam. Xu Keke hurriedly sat up, and the little girl sleeping next to her, with her eyes closed, mumbled, "Sister, is it time?"

Xu Keke had no memory of it. She gently patted the girl's shoulder, saying, "No, sleep a little longer."

The girl mumbled something indistinctly, then turned and went back to sleep.

Xu Keke got up and got out of bed. The woman on the roof beam was indeed already cold. Xu Keke picked up the stool on the ground, stood on it to try and lift her up, but unfortunately, her body was too weak now, and she couldn't lift her at all.

The person was beyond saving. Xu Keke decided to receive the memories first.

The original owner of this body was named Meng Dong, and she was only sixteen years old. The woman hanging from the beam was her mother, and the girl sleeping next to her was her eight-year-old sister.

Meng Dong's mother married a scumbag. He disliked her for not being able to bear a son and wanted a divorce, which she refused. Unexpectedly, the man simply left and went to the city. He became an accountant in a stationery store. The woman received the news and followed him with her two children, and in the end, she hanged herself in her house.

Xu Keke couldn't bring herself to blame a patient. From Meng Dong's memories, she could tell that the woman was suffering from depression. The pain inflicted by her mental illness ultimately overwhelmed her responsibility to the two girls, leading her down a path of no return.

After recalling her memories, Xu Keke got up and went outside, gently knocking on her neighbor's door. A man in his forties with a square face opened the door, looking somewhat surprised to see her. "Little sister! What brings you here so early?"

"Who is it?" A woman of similar age behind him was putting on her coat. Peeking out and seeing it was Xu Keke, she said, "Oh, it's Da Mei. What's up?"

Xu Keke couldn't feign sadness. She calmly told them, "Uncle Gao, my mother hanged herself."

Her calmness left the two of them momentarily speechless, not quite grasping the meaning behind her words. After a long pause, the man finally said, "My God, then we'd better hurry up."

He pushed her aside and was about to rush over when he said, "Uncle Gao, my sister is so young, I'm afraid I'll frighten her. My mother's body is already cold."

The woman, cursing her bad luck inwardly, listened to her and said, "Call Lao Qi, he'll come with you."

The man didn't think much of it at first, but after hearing what she said, he realized what was going on. He walked past Xu Keke and knocked on the door next door.

"Qi Chang, Qi Chang, Meng's sister has hanged herself."

He shouted loudly, so Xu Keke quickly went back into the room. The little girl was already rubbing her eyes and trying to sit up. Xu Keke quickly jumped onto the bed and hugged her. "Don't look, Mommy's gone, don't look yet."

The little girl didn't understand, but she was very obedient. She shook her head twice and then buried her head in her arms and didn't move.

Gao Cheng and Qi Chang went into the house, one carrying the other below, and put Meng Dong's mother, Chen Yurong, down.

The room was small, with only one bed, and the two sisters were huddled on it. Qi Chang glanced at them, didn't think much of it, and put them on the ground.

"Alright, come in, the person has been put down," Gao Cheng called to his wife who was standing outside the door.

Despite his tall and burly appearance, Qi Chang was more meticulous than Gao Cheng. He looked around, then lifted a pillowcase from the bed and covered Chen Yurong's face with it.

"What are you saying? Dongzi's mother is really something. Her child is already so grown up, and he's about to have a good life. How could she be so foolish as to take this step?"

Gao Cheng's wife entered the room and glanced at Chen Yurong on the floor. Unable to see her face, she wasn't afraid. Looking at the two children on the bed, her eldest was only a year younger than Meng Dong and they attended the same school. She couldn't help but sigh.

Unlike his wife, Gao Cheng didn't have those sentimental feelings. "Little sister, do you know where your dad lives now? Go and let him know. This matter needs to be handled properly."

Xu Keke nodded and released her hand from Meng Jia's. "I'll take my sister there in a bit."

Meng Jia was already eight years old. Although she was still a little confused, when she saw Chen Yurong on the ground, she understood what it meant and sat on the bed crying and calling for her mother.

Gao Cheng's wife hadn't thought much of it at first, but seeing the younger one crying, she started wiping away tears too. Seeing Xu Keke's cold face and unmoved expression, she thought the child was too heartless, while also feeling sorry for the older one, who had to shoulder so much at such a young age; she was probably just barely holding on.

Xu Keke let Meng Jia cry for a while, then put away the floral blouse Meng Jia was wearing. She found a dark blue one for Meng Dong to wear, but it didn't fit, so Xu Keke rolled up the sleeves and tucked the hem into her pants. Then she helped her get out of bed.

Then, she took out a bed sheet from the small cabinet and spread it on the bed.

Chen Yurong's body was placed on the ground in the middle of the room. Xu Keke kept a cold face the whole time, walking around her.

The three adults in the room watched, feeling uneasy, but couldn't quite put their finger on what was wrong. The child was too composed, too calm.

"Uncle Gao, can you help me put my mom on the bed?"

Gao Cheng gave Qi Chang a wink, and the two of them placed Chen Yurong's body on the bed.

"Uncle Gao, could you come with my sister and me to find my father?"

Although Gao Cheng had never dealt with Meng Dong's father, he knew the man was a scoundrel. He neglected his wife and children, instead indulging in womanizing. When the children went to him for living expenses, he would hide from them.

Xu Keke had clearly made him her primary source of help, which pleased Gao Cheng.

“You don’t have time. You need to be able to take time off from your factory.” Gao Cheng’s wife was afraid that he would agree again in a moment of excitement, so she quickly tugged at his sleeve to remind him.

"Exactly, what can we do?" Gao Cheng works at a flour mill, and his team leader is a difficult person to talk to. Last time, when his eldest son was sick, he couldn't even get time off.

“I’ll go with you!” Qi Chang stepped forward.

"Yes, let Qi Chang go. He has a dark complexion and is very strong. He's intimidating just by standing there." Gao Cheng's wife regretted her words as soon as she finished speaking. Why scare people when someone is going to deliver a message to her father? Thinking about what Chen Yurong had said about her husband's scoundrel behavior, she realized that what she said wasn't wrong.

Xu Keke wanted Qi Chang to go with her. Her question stemmed from what she remembered about Meng Dong. Gao Cheng wasn't a bad person, just a bit too concerned with his reputation.

"Mom, what are you doing?" Gao Cheng's eldest son, Gao Jiale, stood at the door and peered inside.

Gao Cheng's wife called out as she walked out, "Hurry home!"

Seeing that her youngest son, Gao Jiaqing, was also behind, she said, "Why did you bring your brother out with you? Children are innocent, take him back inside quickly."

Gao Jiale was raised by his grandmother and was spoiled at home. He didn't listen to his mother at all. "Meng Dong, what happened to your mother? Is she dead?"

"You brat, how can you talk like that? What nonsense are you spouting?" Gao Cheng glared at Gao Jiale and started scolding him. "Your mother told you to bring your brother home, didn't you hear her?"

"Meng Dong, do you need me to ask for leave for you?" Gao Jiale shouted into the house without paying any attention.

Gao Cheng, finding it rare that he thought his son was right, turned to look at Xu Keke.